A timely poem by Neil Daswani that captures the flavours of the season.
There’s no hope of frost and no snow ever falls
yet carols swirl around like the Sumatra squalls
evergreen melodies that deck the balmy boughs
merry gents, sip mulled wine in a sweaty carouse
mistletoe dangles at the door in languid wait
revellers prefer the coolth where they congregate
they’ve forgotten the lyrics so join the refrain
hallelujahs drown the uncorking of champagne
bolts of lightning unfurl, followed by a long pause
the thunder claps loudly in a delayed applause
About the Poet
Neil Daswani is a naturalized Singaporean of Indian origin. Over the past thirty-one years he has lived and worked in Singapore, Hong Kong and the Middle East. This international background finds expression in his poetry. He is a banker by day and a poet by night who now writes poetry prolifically. His poetry covers a myriad of themes ranging from nature and mythology, high school physics and history, to humour and the ebb and flow of love and relationships.